The deal: Everything is two-for-one (excluding shots, pitchers, and buckets of beer).

The digs: Duffy's is the latest level in the ever-escalating sports-bar arms race. This location is one of the newest of the chain's 22 bases

that run up the coast from Fort Lauderdale to Melbourne. The patio,
next to the front door, is filled with so many plasmas that after a time,
it must seem like ESPN is on the heads-up display in your retina.
Inside the warehouse-sized space, the bar area is surrounded by a setup
of video projectors that bring to mind the NORAD command center in
Cheyenne Mountain or Mission Control at NASA. The next step in sports
bar design will no doubt be a Buckminster Fuller-style geodesic dome
tiled with flat screens or something resembling the holodeck on Star
Trek.

Framed sports memorabilia, meticulously hung, covers every square
inch of wall space not taken up by TVs. An assortment of pro and college
football team helmets cover the partitions that separate the dining
area. Female servers wear
NFL player jerseys and the males wear referee uniforms like they have at Foot Locker.

The verdict: I was told beforehand by a friend that Duffy's
has the best happy hour in town. The manager billed it the same way when
he spoke to me. And I'd have to agree. There are a few other happy
hours that come close, in their convenient hours or in their simplicity
-- but most still have glitches such as not being offered on weekends, stopping for a few hours, or covering only domestics and wells. The few restrictions at Duffy's
seem to be in place only so people have a better chance of making it
home in one piece.